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Controlling AI Is Similar To Controlling The Printing Press. Instead, OVERSEE AI.

Controlling AI is like controlling printing. In the 16th century, being an uncontrolled printer would send one to be burned… not just from the Inquisition; Francois I’s government did so: Etienne Dolet, philosopher, close friend and collaborator of Rabelais, was burned for operating a free press. He was 37 years old.    Artificial Intelligence just uncovers possible logic: it’s imagination…

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Billet spécial n°2 - Les imprimeurs de Lyon

Le 300ème billet de ce blog est l'occasion d'un nouveau billet spécial. Quittant la capitale où sont situées l'essentiel des plaques commémoratives présentées ces derniers jours, il est l'heure de retourner dans une ville française également importante : Lyon.

De tout temps depuis sa fondation, Lyon a joué un rôle majeur dans l'histoire de France. Les XVème-XVIème siècles sont ainsi l'occasion pour Lyon de devenir l'un des principaux centres européens de l'imprimerie : finalisée en 1453, l'invention gagne Lyon en 1472 et lui confère une importance majeure dans le domaine de l'édition. Bénéficiant d'une politique fiscale favorable et du carrefour commercial qu'occupe Lyon, véritable ville de foires, une centaine d'ateliers d'imprimerie se concentrent notamment autour de la rue Mercière (2ème arrondissement). L'histoire de l'imprimerie lyonnaise n'est toutefois pas sans heurts : le "grand tric" de 1539, première grève de l'histoire de France, voit se révolter les ouvriers typographes qui protestent contre leurs conditions de travail et de rémunération. Il est le signe précurseur d'un déclin qui s'amorce dans les années 1560 (un siècle plus tard, l'industrie subsiste, mais se tourne surtout vers la contrefaçon).

Plusieurs plaques commémoratives (dont une partie a été installée sur l'initiative de Régis Neyret) honorant de célèbres imprimeurs lyonnais peuvent aujourd'hui être trouvées dans la rue Mercière et ses environs (les quatre premières ont été apposées en décembre 2014) :

Sébastien Gryphe (1492-1556) est un imprimeur français d'origine allemande. Produisant surtout des traités administratifs, juridiques et religieux, il est le principal premier utilisateur des caractères italiques dans les années 1530. Il publie également les œuvres de François Rabelais, étant très proche du milieu humaniste. Surnommé le "Prince des libraires", il laisse un héritage important à Lyon. Texte de la plaque (21 rue Thomassin) : SÉBASTIEN GRYPHE, 1493 ? -1556. "PRINCE DES LIBRAIRES LYONNAIS". D'origine allemande, prolifique imprimeur (Rabelais, Alciat, Dolet...), il introduit le caractère italique en France.

Mathieu Husz (1455-1507) est un imprimeur allemand qui s'établit à Lyon. Il imprima de nombreux manuels théologiques, des ouvrages juridiques et des livres sur la construction. Texte de la plaque (9 quai de la Pêcherie) : MATHIEU HUSZ. D'origine allemande, il édita la GRANT DANSE MACABRE, 1499, où l'on voit la première représentation imprimée d'un atelier d'imprimeur-libraire.

Jean de Tournes I (1504-1564) s'est formé auprès de Sébastien Gryphe. Il édite de très nombreux ouvrages de poésie d'auteurs lyonnais, dont ceux de Louise Labé, ainsi que des traités d'architecture. Il décède des suites de la peste, mais son fils, Jean de Tournes II se fait également imprimeur et fondra une grande dynastie de libraires. Texte de la plaque (7 rue Jean de Tournes) : JEAN DE TOURNES 1er, 1504-1564. Premier d'une dynastie d'imprimeurs lyonnais, reconnu pour la qualité et la beauté de ses publications, il collabora souvent avec le célèbre graveur BERNARD SALOMON.

Aymon, Hugues (1500-1572) et Sibylle de la Porte étaient trois membre d'une influente famille de marchands libraires. Hugues, fils d'Aymon et père de Sibylle, fut plusieurs fois conseiller-échevin de Lyon et l'un des plus riches libraires de Lyon, apportant un soutien financier à Sébastien Gryphe. Texte de la plaque (68 rue Mercière) : AYMON, HUGUES & SIBYLLE DE LA PORTE. Famille de riches marchands-libraires, prolifiques éditeurs au sein de la Compagnie des Libraires, à Lyon au XVIème siècle

Fleury Mesplet (1734-1794) est un imprimeur québecois d'origine française. S'étant formé au métier d'imprimeur à Lyon et après un bref passage à Avignon, il s'établit au Canada, où il fonde La Gazette littéraire, premier journal de Montréal et premier journal exclusivement en français du Québec. Texte de la plaque (68 rue Mercière) : Hôtel Horace Cardon, résidence de grands imprimeurs lyonnais. Fleury Mesplet, 1734-1794, premier imprimeur-libraire de langue française au Canada formé à Lyon, rue Mercière

Étienne Dolet (1509-1546) est un imprimeur mais également écrivain et philosophe français. Établi à Lyon, humaniste et critique du christianisme de son époque, il édite nombre d'ouvrages jugés hérétiques, ce qui lui vaut arrestations et emprisonnements, pour être finalement exécuté sur le bûcher à Paris, devenant après sa mort un symbole de la libre-pensée. Texte de la plaque (56 rue Mercière) : Etienne Dolet, 1509-1546, humaniste, imprimeur en ces lieux à l'enseigne de la "Doloire d'or". Périt sur le bûcher. "Martyr de l'indépendance de la pensée". (Edouard Herriot)

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Tornado Safety

This year’s tornado season prediction for the united states is looking quite grim, so I decided to make this lil tornado safety post.

Difference between Warning and Watch

First you need to know the different between a tornado warning and a tornado watch. 

A tornado watch means there is a potential risk for tornadoes.

A tornado warning means that server weather as bean spotted.

The real one you know to get going for is the tornado emergency which means that there is truly something heading your way. However you should respond to all of these appropriately, and if one is issued keep watch for the weather.

What to look out for

The calm before the storm is a real thing. The wind may die down, and the air become still. Everything might fall silent for a moment

The sky is turning dark really fast, or green, or both.

A roar similar to that of a distant freight train. Tornado’s sound like freight trains.

Fast moving and rotating clouds, especially if they’re making a funnel shape

Obviously tornado watches escalating for tornado warnings

What to do

Let’s say the tornado warning is now issued, and eventually a tornado is coming your way. What do you do? Well the situation depends on how immediate the danger is, and what your circumstances are.

First let’s start with the “average”  American advice. Go to the lowest level of your home, and hopefully a basement or storm shelter. 

Now if that isn’t an available option, there’s no need to fear or panic. The lowest level of your home is advised. Try an small enclosed room, with low to minimum windows, such as a bathroom, closet, or center hallway.

If you are in a mobile home GET OUT OF THERE. 

WHY DOES THE UNITED STATES HAVE THESE, WHEN THEY’RE OVERPRICED ANYWAY, DEATH TRAPS, AND ITS THE COUNTRY WITH THE HIGHEST TORNADO RATES.

Let’s say there’s nowhere to go.

Go to a safe available nearby building, especially if it has a basement. However if that is still not an option lie in the nearest ditch (I know it sounds crazy but it works) and shield your head/neck with your hands

If taking shelter in a home, make sure everyone is with you. That can include pets, but if you’re in a super emergency situation it is better to leave them and get to shelter as quick as possible.

If you can get low and shield head, or body with a mattress, blanket, etc.

Natural Disaster Safety

Doesn’t matter where you live, you should probably have an emergency kit, especially one attuned to the climate of your area. This doubles if you’re in a natural disaster prone area.

Many of those in the United States have learned lately what the consequences of not having the proper equipment on hand are.

So what should you have for a tornado?

Battery Powered Radio

Flashlight

Extra Batteries

First Aid Kit

Water & Canned Food

Emergency things tailored to people of household (medical problems, etc)

If you live in a cold region also have cold safety materials too

What NOT to do & Extra

Don’t disregard the watches, and especially the warnings. They are there for a reason, and you should really keep an eye out. You might even want to head to shelter anyway if the wind is crazy strong.

Don’t stand near windows, or be that classic midwesterner who is on their porch getting a good shot of that swirly cloud of death. I know its fun...but its not safe.

If the situation is an absolute emergency don’t take time to grab your valuable. Its devastating to lose them, I've been there, but you can replace most tiny things and not a life.

Make sure any invalid family members have their own viable tornado plan. My grandma lives in a tornado prone area, and the plan has completely changed since she’s been confined to a walker. Make sure your family members like that have a plan.

Being in a car during a tornado is not safe at all. Drive to nearest shelter, or get out and hop in that ditch.

If the tornado looks like its standing still, it’s not. That shit is heading towards you.

Always be sure to remember to cover your head, or help shield your children.

Myth Busting

Overpasses are not safe shelter for when you’re in a car. It’s a myth, take that ditch instead if need be, or drive to a shelter.

Hiding under your car is dangerous. Tornados can drop on your car, either crushing you or sucking you up into the air along with your vehicle

Cars cannot outrun tornados

Don’t open your windows. It’s not going to stop the tornado from blowing your house over, instead it may even help it. It will allow for debris to enter your home easier, and cause the wind to be able to tear your house apart from the inside out.

Aftermath

It’s hit now, maybe your house was safe or not. Keep track of watches still, tornados can return, or could be apart of a tornado outbreak, meaning a second or even third tornado can hit the area. 

Assume all downed lines are active and dangerous, try not to use the gas, electricity, and water til you’re sure its safe.

If you’re not home return home once it’s deemed safe

Keep aware of damaged buildings, glass, debris, etc. 

If you want to and have the chance help your fellow man, lost animal, and etc. Checking on people is a kind and lifesaving thing to do, as well as securing people’s pets.

All of this from a person who lived in a tornado prone area growing up, to you.

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“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬…𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝” | gojo satoru

“ama me usque dum dolet…si dolet signum bonum est.”

synopsis: nothing in the world belongs to satoru anymore. not even his love.

CONTENT WARNING: angst, heavy angst, self-hatred, referenced character death, depression, nightmares, wanting to die, grief, mourning, mentions of death/ wanting to die,

A/N: if there is anything I might have missed out pls lmk!

Satoru doesn’t know what day it is anymore.

Or what time it is.

Or how long he’s been laying here for.

The room’s beginning to smell.

It’s humid, the stench of his sweat and tears beginning to linger in the air, staining his walls.. His clothes are draped around the room. Creased, stained and ruined.

He doesn’t think that he could ever wear them again. He wouldn’t want to ever wear them again. They smell too much like him.

His sheets are beginning to smell too. Sticking to his skin like sandpaper. With every turn and shuffle that he can force his limbs to make, he only manages to get more twisted in his sheets. Like a spiderweb of his dark thoughts.

A permanent dent is beginning to form on his pillow, where his head’s been laying for days. His hair is disheveled. Unwashed. For once, he doesn’t care about his physical appearance. If anyone were to walk into the room he wouldn’t be able to find the energy to leap up from embarrassment.

He doesn’t feel the same anymore. Nothing feels the same anymore.

Moonlight shines through his window, a stream of light created across the floorboards. He’s not bothered to shut the curtains, deciding to remain a witness to the days and nights that pass him by.

Sometimes he watches the sky. Noticing all the colors from sunrise to sunset. As the world turns and wakes from the serene and beautiful midnight blue to a gold beaming sun spreading light across the city.

Satoru has the perfect view from his apartment window. A view that anyone would die for. Kill for perhaps.

He always watches how the metropolitan city awakes. Miniature people waking up to a new day below him. The thousands upon thousands with their own lives and problems and jobs and families and…lovers.

Staring up at the moon again, unblinking, his eyes begin to water.

Some nights she’s not there, other nights she is. He guesses that tonight she’s decided to bring him some comfort.

They need each other, he thinks, the sun and the moon. The sun can’t live without her. And she can’t live without the sun.

They need each other yet they can’t be together. Not at the same time.

It’s tragic, Satoru concludes. Everything about life is tragic. Tragic in the sense that we only get one life, tragic that we cannot choose to spend an eternity with those we love, tragic that we have to suffer on the wretched earth day in and day out and tragic how some are born with everything and others are born with nothing. It’s not fair.

Ah.

But there is one thing that is fair.

The only thing that is fair about life is that no one can escape death. There is no amount of money, power or material things that are able to prevent death.

And when he dies he hopes to go there. Not heaven or hell. But the moon.

At the moment when he takes his last breath he hopes that the moon will outstretch her hand and cradle his soul, burying him in the sand of her beauty. He thinks the moon is the most beautiful thing that there is to know. People spend lifetimes upon lifetimes looking for beauty, not knowing that all that they had to do was look up.

He wonders how many other people are looking up right now. How many other people look up to see a savior or a god in the sky and wish that they could go up and join her. How many other people desperately outstretch their hands, their souls begging, pleading, wishing for death to arrive quickly. To free them from their torment.

Death. Yes, that’s what he would like right now.

Death is probably the only thing that would take away the heavy piercing feeling in his gut. It’s like there’s a knife permanently stuck in his throat each and every time his brain forces him to think about him. Like a personal punishment.

His phone buzzes. Vibrating on the wooden floorboards that no longer creak under his feet. His ringtone echoes through the silence. When it ends, Satoru turns over. His limbs feel heavy and immobile like a toy that’s been abandoned and hasn’t been played with for weeks.

He’s surprised that his phone is still on. He can’t remember the last time he charged it.

And the last time he checked, he had numerous missed calls from people. But now they’ve stopped trying.

And so has he.

Suddenly, his intrusive thoughts return again. His throat begins to close up, his sheets curled around his fists as his brain forces him to think about it again. His head throbs, another headache just around the corner. It gleefully tortures him as Satoru himself knows that he can’t get up for some aspirin.

His face is raw and exhausted from crying. Surprising how there's any tears left. Satoru’s eyes are bloodshot red and sore with every blink that he takes. If it wasn’t for his chest slowly rising and falling anyone would think that he was dead. Him included.

He hasn’t got the strength to end himself. He’ll wait until it comes naturally, he’ll wait an eternity for the moon to scoop him up in her arms and carry her to wherever the safest place is.

Wherever he is.

Each and every time he forgets, his brain reminds him with a jolt.

In his dreams he can hear his voice. Suguru calls out his name from afar. Like he’s reachable, like he’s actually there. Satoru runs towards him but he’s not fast enough. He runs, but he can’t keep up. He’s gasping as he sprints, his limbs frustratingly slow. He cries out his name over and over and over again until it becomes a fervent prayer. His tone is desperate and yearning, pleading for Suguru to touch him as if he were oxygen. Satoru’s fingertips are just centimeters away from him. Fingers reaching to the point where they’d burst out of their sockets.

But with every step that Satoru takes Suguru seems to drift further away from him. And eventually, he disappears into nothing. Into an ocean of black.

It’s a cycle. The same dream occurs again and again and again. Until he wakes up in a sea of sweat in his bed.

Through this observation he realizes how little he means to this world.

He’s just an emptiness pit of nothing. His soul is gone. Broken. Empty. Devoid of any life possible. Like a garden that is unable to grow a bed of flowers. Like a tree that is slowly dying – or is already dead – and the leaves begin to fall from its branches.

Day by day a little part of Satoru’s soul dies.

Nothing in the world belongs to him. Not even his love.

Not anymore.

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In the years following her death, Anne had few defenders. One of them, though, was Étienne Dolet, former French embassy secretary in Venice and practically minded commentator on diplomacy. In 1538, he published an epitaph for the queen ‘falsely condemned of adultery’. The news of Anne’s arrest travelled rapidly south through Europe. It must have been a shock to the men who had toiled for six years to achieve her marriage to Henry, but then political conspiracies and swift executions were far from rare in Rome. Barely twenty years earlier, Cardinal Petrucci had been secretly strangled and his servants publicly hanged, drawn and quartered over claims they had conspired to kill Pope Leo X. Gregorio Casali’s guardian, Cardinal Riario, had been accused of complicity in their plot. On 24 May, as yet unaware of Anne Boleyn’s execution, Gregorio wrote to Richard Pate to ask what he knew or thought of the news of her arrest. Many in Rome who had seen Henry’s obsession with Anne as a temporary madness thought that her fall signified a means to open discussions with the king.

The Divorce of Henry VIII: the Untold Story, Catherine Fletcher

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A man who murdered his girlfriend and three members of her family in south London has been jailed for life with a minimum term of 46 years. 

Joshua Jacques, 29, killed Samantha Drummonds, 27, her mother Tanysha Ofori-Akuffo, 45, her grandmother Dolet Hill, 64, and Ms Hill's husband, Denton Burke, 68, in Bermondsey in April 2022.

The scene found by police was described as being like "a horror movie". 

There was a cry of "coldblooded murderer" as Jacques was sent down. 

Addressing Jacques in the Old Bailey dock during sentencing, Mr Justice Bryan said the defendant's offending had been contributed to by an increased daily intake of skunk cannabis, and that he was "well aware" of the impact on his mental health.

'Salutary lesson'

The judge told Jacques it was a "horrific catalogue of murders inflicted by you in the most brutal of circumstances on three generations of the same family".

"It is a salutary lesson to all those who peddle the myth that cannabis is not a dangerous drug," Mr Justice Bryan added as Jacques appeared emotionless.

The defendant had murdered his girlfriend and three members of her family at the home in Delaford Road for "no apparent reason", he added.

The judge said the jury had heard Jacques had doubled his consumption of skunk cannabis in the days before the killings. 

'Drug-induced psychosis'

It was likely that Jacques had had a row with his girlfriend Samantha, which had triggered the killings that followed, the judge said.

"You and you alone bear responsibility for any such row, and for what occurred during your drug-induced psychosis," Mr Justice Bryan told him.

He added that Jacques had expressed no remorse prior to the sentencing hearing, during which the defendant had had a statement read out on his behalf in which he apologised and said he was "disgusted" with himself.

The judge paid tribute to the victims' family for their dignified manner during the trial, adding: "No sentence will ever be enough to reflect their loss." 

Following the hearing, Ms Hill's daughter Tracey-Ann Henry told reporters outside the court that Jacques should have been handed a whole life order, meaning he would never be released from prison, but added: "Justice has been served."

Chyloe Daley, Mr Burke's niece, agreed, saying: "We'll accept this for now but there is no bringing them back."

'I've lost four family members who won't come back'

Every morning, Tracey-Ann Henry, the daughter of 64-year-old victim Dolet Hill, awaits a phone call that never comes.

"I spoke to my mum every day," she explains in the run-up to Jacques' sentencing hearing. "Sometimes, four times in the day, even when I'm at work."

Ms Henry said she realised something was wrong when she tried to call her mother as usual and she did not pick up.

Ms Hill had been recovering from cancer and had just completed her final radiotherapy treatment when she was murdered in the home she shared with her husband and fellow victim Denton Burke.

Another of her daughters, Tanysha Ofori-Akuffo, also known as Racquel, sometimes stayed at Ms Hill's home to help care for her. She was also killed by Joshua Jacques that day. 

Granddaughter Samantha Drummonds, Jacques' girlfriend who was another of his victims, had been living there too because her own flat was undergoing renovation.

Concerned that she could not get hold of her mother, Ms Henry rushed to the house but found it cordoned-off by police.

"I said, 'I want to talk to my mum'," she recalls. She said the police officer asked what number she lived at, and then went to check with a colleague. "He said, 'oh, you need to sit in the car with me'."

Growing increasingly worried on her way to the police station, Ms Henry said she had used her phone to check the news headlines, remembering saying: "Four people are dead, that's mum, Racquel, Samantha and Denton."

The shock was so great, Ms Henry can barely recall what happened next, although she does remember police wanting to ask her what she knew about a man called Joshua Jacques.

He had been arrested at the scene by armed officers, who found him naked in an upstairs bathroom, screaming "Allah, take me", "kill me now", and "God please forgive me".

Later, at Lewisham Hospital, Jacques said: "I ain't even in the wrong, I did them for sacrifice," and warned: "I will do something stupid again."

Ms Henry said she had only met Jacques once, a few days earlier. "He was like a normal person," she said. "It's not like he was acting strange or anything."

Family members said it was difficult to listen to the evidence in court. "It felt like he had no remorse," Asheka Jones, the niece of Mr Burke, says. 

"Having mental health issues is one thing, but when you are abusing drugs, it's just horrible. I've lost four family members who won't come back."

Ms Henry said she would remember her mum as a "loving, bubbly person. She loved to cook, you won't come to the house and don't get fed" she added.

Although she had been trying to think of the good memories they had shared, she said she found it difficult to look forward to the future.

"If I go on holiday, most of my holidays are with my mum, so, it's really hard for me."

"Things will never be the same, there will always be that empty hole," Ms Jones agrees. "When I think of them, I think of this warmth they had, the humour. I feel like everyone was filled with such joy that can't be replaced."

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